I started rubbing her breasts through her shirt. She lifted her shirt up and I put my hand on her bare breast (she wasn't wearing a bra). Finally, I...thought I'd go for broke and I slowly moved my hand down to her crotch. Not only did she not object, she spread her legs open wider to give me better access. I rubbed my fingers up and down over her jeans for a little while, then I unbuttoned and unzipped them and put my fingers inside, first caressing her hair, then rubbing her clit.To my. “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”The seventy-year-old retired teacher paused and replaced both hands on the younger woman’s back. Amy Roddam had hardly felt the spanking through her tracksuit bottoms and lay there smiling at her colleagues.“Once. I hit the fucking ground hard, hear my backup wheelchair go crack, and tumble ass over elbows.The Captain runs up and questions, "Sir, are you okay?"I order, "Get me away from here before the chopper blows up."The Captain and a couple of helpers haul my ass away from the Chinook before it explodes. After a few minutes a grunt comes up and reports to the Captain, "Sir, Mike's wheelchair is broken and the Chinook isn't going to blow up. Apparently our tango put flashbangs into the air intakes on. She drove somewhere, being in a hurry and then there was a bright light...."Miss Andrews, nice to see you awake! How do you feel?"She turned her head and saw a man in a white smock and a stethoscope around his neck."What is going on. Who are you? What happened to me?" she asked hastily not even take a breath."Calm down, please. I don´t want you to get too agitated. Your body needs to wake up slowly." But what is going on, I can´t move my arms and legs, " she screamed, feeling panic rising.